The weeks have traveled on, the way a piece of frost on the bough turns into a berry. We have made it through another winter – Although, this winter was a soft one. The sky never welcomed Siberian drippings of snow for too long, everything that arrived from the sky turned into slush soon after. Most Winter’s, the backyard is weighted with bottomless snow. This Winter, yellow grooves and blades of grass have peaked through the few flurries. If I had it my way, every winter would be this warm.
Kisses!
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